I woke early to the feel of Brandon climbing out of bed. I turned as he finished pulling on his underwear, then grabbed my discarded tee from atop my dresser. He poked his head into the hallway and then disappeared. I figured he had to pee. I'm unusual like that. My whole family is woken by their bladders, but mine was more considerate. I consulted my phone: eight in the morning on Sunday is too early. Brandon padded back into the room and I heard the cloth slide against his skin as he tossed my tee shirt back onto the dresser and slid beneath the covers.
He spooned behind me and I grunted. "No."
He paused. "What?"
"The underwear. No."
There was a moment of silence and then he shifted around, grunted once and then rolled back to me, his soft cock pressed to my backside.
"Good boy," I said with a little giggle.
"Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked, teasing in a slightly sleepy voice. Obviously eight am was too early for him, too. Honestly, Sunday was made for sleeping in.
"I want to feel all of you when we're in bed. I think no underwear should be the rule," I replied.
He nuzzled the back of my neck, laying small kisses along my skin. I purred under his gentle touches, now far more awake and interested in him than sleeping. He snaked a hand in along my ribs, crossing my stomach and pulled me a bit tighter against him. I rolled over and kissed him lightly before ducking under the covers and kissing my way down to my destination.
"I thought - oh, God!" he said in a stage whisper. I pulled the skin taut on his cock and turned what could have been a sleepy wake up blow job into an oral assault on his manhood. A few minutes later, and a lot of squirming by him under my work, he reached his sweet end. I kissed my way slowly up his stomach, paused at his nipples to address them properly, and then moved up again. I only got a few kisses in before he was pulling on my side, moving me up. It was kind of weird, but I got the hint, bringing my groin up to his face. I hadn't made my move based on the hope of this being an exchange, but neither was I opposed.
Rather than being passive, this position had me working my hips, hands against the wall to keep me from bashing my head, as he set me on fire with his mouth. I must have gotten a little too into it as he started to cough and pushed back on my hips so I rolled to the side, bumping my head against the wall as I did. He cleared his throat and rolled after me, settling between my legs and finishing what he'd started.
I slid back under the covers, feeling like every cliché about a male who has just orgasmed. I laid my head on his warm chest and threw my leg over his, bringing my knee up to his soft sack.
"I didn't think you were after sex," he said with a gentle laugh, his voice humming through his chest.
"I wasn't. You started being affectionate," I said to him, my voice little more than a whisper. He ran his fingers into my hair and kissed the top of my head.
"I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you, too," I said and turned enough to kiss his chest and then snuggle my face against him, relaxing into sleep.
I was awoken later by a tapping at my door. "Jerry? Are you decent?" my mother asked.
"Yeah," I said sleepily.
She opened the door. "Breakfast is on. We made pancakes since Brandon is here," she said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Best sleep ever," I said, squeezing Brandon in my arms.
"Yes, Mrs. Mason," Brandon said in a scratchy voice.
"Well, come on down and eat, lovebirds," she said and closed the door.
"That was awkward," he said.
"Welcome to my family," I said with a yawn. I rolled onto him, pressing our soft members together and kissing him lightly, but repeatedly. I leaned back once sated and smiled down at him. "You even look hot after just waking up." I leaned in and stared in his eyes and whispered, "I'm glad you're hot on the inside, too, though."
He smiled. "What does that even mean?"
"It means more sleepovers," I said, giving him one more kiss. I looked down at him and felt a need to speak, to confess perhaps. "Brandon. I know you've said some fucking amazing things to me, and I need to say something to you right now."
The corner of his mouth pulled up. "You mean right now, because we're naked?"
"B," I said firmly. "You're always on the edge of getting a blow job. You have been for years." His eyes widened a little. "I was nursing that old hurt because I wanted you with me. I've always thought you were the dead sexiest guy. Ever. I love the romantic way you told me how you felt we were coming back to each other. I want you to understand that, when I say 'I love you, too' I'm not just replying. It's not just an expected response. It's something I never dared think I would get to say to you. Now that I have you, now that you're really here with me - I love you, Brandon McCall. I love everything about you."
His mouth worked for a moment and then he sighed. "I wish I'd been braver or figured things out faster. I'm relieved, happy, comfortable and a few other cool words now that we're together. I didn't think you'd say yes. I didn't think I'd be enough for you."
"You're always enough," I said firmly. I expected to feel a little silly or vulnerable, looking down on him - pinning his naked body with mine - but I wasn't. He deserved to know, and I hoped it would make him more confident about speaking to me, communicating what was important to him. I really was tempted to slide down and have him again, but I knew I was pushing it as it was. I kissed him instead, before getting out of bed. We watched each other pull on underclothes in the morning light. I grabbed shorts and a tee shirt since I had Sunday chores to do.
"I think I'll put the dress pants back on and the shirt," he said, pulling the slacks off the hanger. "I have to wear the shoes and I'd look goofy otherwise." He turned his head toward me and cocked an eyebrow. "I am allowed to get dressed now, right?"
"Hell, yes," I said with a grin. "You're mine. Nobody else gets to see all that," I said, exaggeratedly eyeing him up and down. He blushed and laughed lightly as he pulled his clothes on. We went downstairs and joined the family for breakfast. Amanda asked Brandon if he had a girlfriend and he said no, that he had a boyfriend.
"Okay. You can have one of each. I'll be your girlfriend," she said confidently. I rolled my eyes at her, but she went off happily singing some off-key song about Brandon being her boyfriend. Eventually I walked Brandon to his car. The suit he'd rented was due back by noon, so he really did have to go.
He hung the coat and tie in his back seat and turned to face me. "I had a great time," he said, smiling that more-than-beautiful smile.
"B, you're a dream come true," I told him. "I wish you didn't have to go. I'd love to laze around and watch movies all day or something."
"Promised dad I'd help cleaning out the garage," he said regretfully. "Talk to you later?"
"Yeah," I said and we kissed chastely, yet not without warmth. He smiled at me again and then was gone.
I headed back inside and wandered up to my room to start cleaning. I put some music on through my phone and a Bluetooth speaker and then glanced at the bed. I thought of smelling that nasty jersey in Brandon's room, but the temptation remained. I climbed onto the bed and knelt down, smelling the sheets. Oh, that was fucking nice.
"Brandon seems really cool," Janice said, making me jump. I turned to find her leaning in my doorway, dressed for the day.
"He totally is," I said, settling back to sit on my feet.
She looked at me speculatively. "You're lucky, in a way. I can't quite picture the folks letting me have a lover sleep over. I'm not sure I want to, actually," she said and snorted, her mouth curling in amusement. I smiled at her and tilted my head side to side, but said nothing.
"I've always been a little jealous of you," she said suddenly, the amusement gone from her face. "Cal is the witty one. Amanda looks like she's destined to be a free spirit. You're the strong one. My talent seems to be making all the mistakes first."
I frowned lightly, wondering where this was coming from. "I've always thought you helped the rest of us figure out the boundaries. You're like an explorer, getting to try everything new while the rest of us learn from your example."
She shook her head. "That's another talent you have. You can call me a fuck-up, but do it so nicely you'd almost think it was a compliment."
"I don't think you're a fuck-up," I said honestly. "I think you get places first. You discover things before we do. It probably sucks for you, but I've learned a lot from you."
She nodded slowly. "Well, I just wanted to tell you...you guys look great together. He looks real, and I've seen my share of fakes to know what I'm talking about."
I nodded in agreement, yet confused. She pressed her lips together and then was gone. So strange. I busied myself getting my laundry picked up and then carried my hamper downstairs. Cal was moving his stuff to the dryer, so I had perfect timing this morning.
"So. How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore? I have to ask, since it's been way too long for me to remember," he asked, smiling in that knowing way of his.
"I feel satisfied for the moment, but I'm going to go back for more." I paused for a second. "Sort of like catching my breath at a buffet before I go grab my next plate."
Cal burst out laughing at me. "Nice, 'Miah. Who hit the wall this morning?"
"My head," I said, a little embarrassed, but also kind of enjoying talking about it.
"Huh. Walking okay for that," he said speculatively.
"We didn't do that! Jesus," I said and laughed at him.
"Oh, makes sense," he said. I followed him up the stairs, separating to head into our rooms. I glanced at the bed, having made the decision not to wash the sheets just yet. I busied myself with making the bed, dusting the room and then heading down to take care of the living room, per my usual Sunday routine. Cathy showed up around two-thirty while I was folding clothes in my room.
"Hey," she said, plopping down on my bed.
"Hey, Cath," I greeted her. "So, anything going to happen with you and Malik?"
"Ugh, I hope so," she said and let out a sigh. "As goodnight kisses go, he gets a perfect score. How about you?"
"Brandon is great in bed," I bragged and then laughed as she started to push me, demanding I tell her everything. "Sorry, Cath," I told her, in a tone that was clearly not sorry. "Those details are for me and B. I'm not telling you about his amazing body or what he can do with his tongue."
"Fucker," she said. "So what, now that you're getting some dick you can't tell me things?"
I carried a stack of clothes to my dresser. "I'm saying the dick I'm getting is mine. I'm not talking about him like that. He's not one of those imaginary top four. He's my boyfriend and I love him."
"Love?" she said and frowned lightly before smiling. "Wow, you've got it bad."
"No," I said, chidingly. "I have it good. Really good."
"So disgusting. Well, Malik and I aren't dating, but I got a squeeze. I'm pretty sure he had Hunter beat." She chattered on in that vein, playing a verbal game of trying to get me to brag more about Brandon. I made statements, but nothing with extra detail and it drove her nuts. I was totally enjoying it, too. She hung around for most of the afternoon, alternately chatting and trying to get dirt about Brandon and me. Not totally sure why, since she's not into our body types as a rule. Later in the day Malia started sending me pictures she'd taken with her phone. I liked a lot of the pictures of our friends, and Cathy and I headed over to the drug store to print out the images so I could put them in my room. It was also the first official image of B and I as a couple, and I thought we looked goddamn good together.
"Oh, so I didn't tell you," Cathy said with excitement. "Ginnie has gone all stalker on us."
"This better not be about Brandon's abs," I said in a tone of warning.
"No, no. Remember I told you about that freshman that she was after? The one she scared off from homecoming?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied, curious in spite of myself.
"Well," she said, warming up to her story. "Remember Garrett French? On the soccer team? The one Ginnie wanted to see some tit action from?"
"Yeah. He's not a frosh, though."
"His brother is," she said, smiling widely.
"Why are you smiling? What's the hook, here?"
"I think she's trying to climb the little brother to get to Garrett." She paused. "The thing is, she's all over this boy. Like, she forgot she wants to climb Garrett mountain, and instead she's all over this kid...Uh, what was his name?"
"I have no idea. I didn't even know Garrett had a little brother. Or parents. I mean, he's kind of hot, but that's about it." I thought for a second. "Zack said he's a slut, so Ginnie shouldn't have to work that hard to get in his pants, if that's her goal."
"Hmm," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe she really has fallen for this kid, then. I mean, she was pretty upset when the dance didn't happen. She told me she was trying to figure things out, but she couldn't get him. So she was on his Instagram, he has some video thingy, and something else she mentioned, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. All I could think was that she was stalking this kid - and I was trying to figure out why."
I shrugged. "Maybe she likes him."
"She liked Garrett, but now she's stuck on this Tim guy. He's, like, a year and a half younger than she is. I asked her a little about him and I got this blast of 'so cute, so cuddly, so... - I almost puked."
Huh. "So why did the kid turn her down for the dance?"
"From what I gathered, it was the parents. She's too old for him. I don't know if Garrett said anything to them, either." She paused. "Should I tell her Garret could be on the table? Maybe that will move her past this one?"
"Who knows with her," I said with a shake of my head. "As long as it's not Brandon she's stuck on, she can stalk whoever she wants."
"I can't believe you won't talk about his dick," she pouted.
"I told you I'm getting it, what more do you really think I'm going to tell you?" I asked, laughing at her look.
"I told you about Malik's tool."
"You're not in love with Malik, and even if you were, Brandon's cock is mine. Back off," I said, only half joking.
She walked to my door, then turned to look at me with curiosity. "You're different. I guess maybe you must be in love. Someday you'll have to tell me why you didn't mention him before."
"That's easy. I was holding a grudge. I wanted him and I was mad I couldn't have him. Then when he wanted me, I had a hard time shifting gears." I paused. "It hurt to say I wanted him, before, because he'd rejected me once. I was still stinging."
She looked a little down and said, "I wish you could have told me."
"I...didn't want to talk about Brandon the way we do other guys. For me...he wasn't anyone else. He was...more."
"Well, I hope you talk about him more. He seems like he's good for you."
"I think he is," I replied truthfully.
Her eyes widened, she wiggled her eyebrows up and down and smiled before patting my door frame and leaving. I had a feeling our relationship was changing and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
It wasn't until dinner that things started to get weird. B and I had been texting on and off late in the day, but when I sat down for dinner I realized Janice was missing.
"Where's Jan?" I asked as I put some green beans on my plate.
"She went out this afternoon," my mom said. "I didn't think she'd be up as early as she was after that concert last night. She didn't say anything about another show today, did she?"
"She told me the set was going to be broken down. The band has a show Monday somewhere."
My parents shared a look, and I was only a second behind them in wondering if Jan had run off with a band. It had always been said sort of like a joke, but her tone this morning with me made me wonder.
"I'll just send her a text that dinner is ready," my mom said. She walked into the living room for her phone, and after sending her message, pocketed the device and joined us at the table. It was typically raucous, though there was a slight tension in the air with the uncertainty of where Janice was. Cal distracted everyone by talking about loud banging noises from my room the night before, despite my protests to the contrary. Amanda perked up, realizing we were talking about Brandon, but she didn't grasp our brother's intent with his teasing.
"Well, I thought you guys looked too adorable for words this morning, when I went to wake you," my mother said. She got a devilish gleam in her eye, glanced at my father and then back to me before saying, "I guess you bought some special...underclothes for last night?"
I frowned in confusion. "What? I don't buy special underwear," I said with a snort.
"Oh," she said, taking on a confused look. "I figured you must have, since the ones on the floor weren't ones I bought you."
It took a beat, but I realized she was saying she'd seen Brandon's underwear on the floor. Cal was faster on the uptake and started to bust my nuts while my father looked like he was trying not to laugh nor choke on the food in his mouth. I wasn't really sure what to say to that, so I just sat there and did my tomato imitation.
After dinner my mom called Jan's phone, only to hear it going off in the hallway. We all looked at each other with concern. Janice was gone.Next Chapter Previous Chapter